I’m writing this more for myself—a needed reminder that not every day will be a glorious triumph in parenting. Not…
I’ve never considered the year I walked my dad through cancer an act of hospitality. It was many things, yes—but…
In the middle of espresso prep this morning my eldest wandered downstairs. His voice was hushed against the backdrop of…
As I write, the air is cool and my maple in the front yard glows a fire orange. It’s Fall.…
These days we are walking in are strange aren’t they? I’ve spent the past 2 weeks wanting to write, but…
It’s strange the things we focus on when we are waiting for important news. In that space the news could…
I have a secrete. Last week I spent most of the days in tears when no one was looking. I…
